My flesh shall flumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful found;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

WATTS.

XXIX.

ST. STEPHEN.

HE Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain;

His blood-red banner ftreams afar:
Who follows in His train?

Who beft can drink his

cup

of woe,

Triumphant over pain;

Who patient bears his crofs below,
He follows in His train!

The martyr first, whose eagle eye,
Could pierce beyond the grave;
Who faw his Master in the sky,
And called on Him to fave.

Like Him, with pardon on his tongue,
In midst of mortal pain;

He pray'd for them that did the wrong!
Who follows in his train?

A glorious band, the chofen few,

On whom the Spirit came;

Twelve valiant faints, their hope they knew,
And mock'd the cross and flame.

They met the tyrant's brandifh'd steel,

The lion's gory mane;

They bow'd their necks the death to feel!
Who follows in their train?

A noble army.

men and boys,

The matron and the maid

Around the Saviour's throne rejoice,
In robes of light array'd.

They climbed the steep afcent of Heaven,
Through peril, toil, and pain!
Oh God! to us may grace be given,

To follow in their train!

BISHOP HEBER.

XXX.

JERUSALEM.

HY own musician, Lord, infpire,
And may my confecrated lyre
Repeat the Pfalmift's part!
His fon and Thine reveal in me,
And fill with facred melody

The fibres of my heart.

So fhall I charm the liftening throng,
And draw the living ftones along
By Jefu's tuneful name.

The living ftones fhall dance, fhall rise,

And form a city in the skies,

The New Jerufalem.

CHARLES WESLEY.

XXXI.

JERUSALEM.

JERUSALEM! Jerufalem! enthroned once on high,

Thou favour'd home of God on earth, thou heaven below the sky!

Now brought to bondage with thy fons, a curfe and grief to fee,

Jerufalem! Jerufalem! our tears fhall flow for thee.

O, hadft thou known thy day of grace, and flock'd beneath the wing

Of Him who call'd thee lovingly, thine own anointed King!

Then had the tribes of all the world gone up thy pomp to fee,

And glory dwelt within thy gates, and all thy fons been free.

"And who art thou that mourneft me?” replied the ruin grey,

"And fear'st not rather that thyself may prove a caft

away?

I am a dried and abject branch, my place is given to

thee;

But woe to every barren graft of thy wild olive-tree!

"Our day of grace is funk in night, our time of mercy spent,

For heavy was my children's crime, and strange their punishment;

Yet gaze not idly on our fall, but, finner, warned be, Who spared not His chosen seed may send His wrath on thee.

"Our day of grace is funk in night, thy noon is in its prime;

Oh turn and feek thy Saviour's face, in this accepted time!

So, Gentile, may Jerufalem a leffor prove to thee, And in the New Jerufalem thy home for ever be! BISHOP HEBER.

XXXII.

HALLELUJAH.

ARK! the fong of Jubilee ;
Loud as mighty thunders roar,
Or the fulness of the fea

When it breaks upon the fhore:
Hallelujah! for the Lord

God omnipotent shall reign;

Hallelujah! let the word.

Echo round the earth and main.

Hallelujah!-hark! the found

From the centre to the skies,
Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation's harmonies :
See Jehovah's banners furled,

Sheathed His sword: He fpeaks-'tis done,

And the kingdoms of the world

Are the kingdoms of His Son.

He fhall reign from pole to pole,
With illimitable sway;

He fhall reign when like a fcroll

Yonder heavens have paffed away :
Then the end! - beneath His rod
Man's last enemy shall fall;
Hallelujah! Chrift in God,
God in Chrift, is all in all.

H

JAMES MONTGOMERY.